"Love is always one of the most mysterious realms in magic."
In the bookstore's window, the Yellow Flowered Cat leaned against the window frame, standing on its hind legs, watching the young, cost-conscious student outside giving instructions to the Fox Keeper. It lifted a furry paw, theatrically wiped the corner of its eye, and twitched its tail: "Besides, youth is great, always full of energy and fantasies... Old man, are you really planning never to see him again?"
It tapped the glass window, Dong Dong, pointing towards Zheng Qing.
The sound dispersed along the window frame without leaking outside.
But inside the window, the flames in the Small Red Clay Stove crackled, the Brass teapot bubbled with boiling water, blending harmoniously with the bookstore owner's soft snoring.
As if it had heard the Yellow Flowered Cat's question.
